Lars von Trier's Antichrist has actually been out for months and months in other countries and cities, riling up critics and viewers with its alleged (and probable) misogyny and gratuitous misery. My favorite ladyblog deemed it unwatchable, but of course the generally penis biased AV Club pretty much loved it. Antichrist has also been available to most cable viewers for months on demand, so I'm sure I'm not spoiling anything by saying that this is a preposterous movie about improbable, privileged people: a couple mourn the death of their son; paternalistic douchebag hubby Willem Defoe prescribes a course of intense talk therapy at a secluded cabin for his unstable wife, Charlotte Gainsbourg; sex, violence and crazy ensue, with absurd, pretentious directorial flourishes. Sounds awful. But features actors I enjoy and a controversy magnet director. So obviously this is the latest in a line of feel-bad movies that I must see.
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